The sheepskin scroll, which the auctioneer called the "Scroll of Enlightenment", caused a ripple in the crowd when it appeared. The low exclamation sound spread like a ripple, and soon passed into the ears of Brando and his group, making people know The auctioneer has succeeded in attracting most people's attention at least at the beginning.
However, although people were whispering, most of them stayed still. The nobles who are willing to compete for this scroll generally have a certain family background, and these people sit in the upper box for a long time, waiting for the first bidder.
"Most of the scrolls of elemental apocalypse are the works of the fairies of the Crystal Tundra. There is a quota every year. It was originally to add more lower-level elemental agents in the race-but there are actually a lot of scrolls that flow out privately like this every year." The cripple explained aside.
"Then why don't they do more?" Roman asked on the side.
"Making the elemental enlightenment scroll needs to consume the magic power of the element pool. For the advanced elemental envoy, it is not a trivial thing." Shire replied on the side.
"What's more, using element scrolls to forcefully reach an element contract, although ordinary people can succeed, but life achievement is limited after all. It will not be stronger than ordinary people. Such scrolls are not as many as possible." He continued. Said.
Bartom, Antitina, and Roman could hear them, but they didn't expect that the small scroll had the same origin. Charles and Brando had heard of it for a long time, but Brando still replied:
"I just didn't expect to see this thing in Braggs."
The cripple’s sense of smell is as sensitive as a fishy mouse, and I can hear that the young people’s knowledge in Brando’s words is far more than just the meaning of a small place like Braggs—although for Roman and Antitina, it’s almost here. It was the biggest city they had ever seen—he thought about it and asked, "My lord, are you interested in that thing?"
"A little."
"Then how do I ask my people to bid?" the cripple asked.
Brando thought about it and nodded. The land price of the Revelation Scroll was 5,000 Tor, and each increase was 5% of the reserve price, so under the sign of the cripple, his subordinates quickly held up the sign on the other side.
Five thousand.
However, with the first mover, the price quickly went up. The second and third floor boxes soon received new offers, and they were refreshed one after another. The auctioneer had not had time to raise the hammer, and the price had already arrived. Eight thousand Thor's position.
The offer almost walked around in this'small theater', and then returned to Brando. The cripple turned his head and looked at him questioningly. He thought for a moment, nodded and compared a number.
The people over there held up the sign—
Eight thousand five hundred.
Antitina's expression changed slightly.
Little Roman was indifferent.
Bartom looked good at the show.
But a new voice soon came from the box on the second floor, and the auctioneer's assistant read out the new offer: Nine Thousand Tor. The nobles in the box have become a little impatient.
The second round of competition lost the obvious taste of temptation, and almost saw blood. The voices of reading the quotation became colder than one, and the numbers gradually increased; starting from the nine thousand thor, almost every time the original price was increased by a hundred. One tenth, ten thousand, ten thousand one, twelve thousand...
Both the auctioneer and the assistant seemed calm, but no introduction was needed at this moment, and the competition was entering a fierce stage. But the price obviously has not reached the position in the minds of these people.
Finally, a faint voice came from the fourth box from the left, fifteen thousand.
It was like the last drum beat in a storm. When the last rain passed, the sound of wind and rain ceased. The crowd of black people sitting below felt choked like an audience in a theater, thinking that this was the final word.
The cripple smashed his mouth, then turned his head.
Brando frowned. This is a question of whether it is worthwhile to exchange 16,000 Tor for 2,000 points of experience. But he just hesitated and patted the back of his hand lightly.
The lame man raised his placard again:
Sixteen thousand Thor.
The crowd suffocated slightly, realizing that it had reached the most critical juncture.
The assistant of the auctioneer saw the sign erected on the'audience hall' and couldn't help but muttered: "Is the cripple crazy? We didn't let him do that. Those nobles might be upset—"
The auctioneer snarled at his young assistant: "There is someone behind him."
When Brando made a gesture, Antitina and Bartom both turned to look at him. They didn't understand why the young knight had a soft spot for that scroll. Does he want to be an element? Make
But didn't the apprentice wizard say that even the lower-level elementalists opened with the scroll of revelation have limited achievements after all. This kind of thing is actually prepared for talented people-it can save those talented people wasting time in the accumulation phase of the elements.
But Brando did not explain.
Charles didn't need to explain, he certainly understood why young people had a soft spot for that scroll.
The cripple's bid made the voice in the bread box slightly pause. The nobles seemed to be considering the sacredness of the competitor who suddenly smashed out, but only for a moment, the new bid fell on the people below.
Eighteen thousand Thor.
It is still the fourth box from the left. The cripple put his mouth to Brando’s ear and whispered: “Baron Donald, the family has several estates near Braggs. He himself has some properties in Braggs. He is also a member of the Braggs local council. His father Both my grandfather and I played this role—"
Brando nodded. These local gentry can see a lot of them anywhere in Eruin, but like a little baron, he won't fight for a smashing scroll for a scroll. The other party may be a big man. Agent.
He stunned slightly, and the price had already risen to twenty thousand one. A jazz and the baron in the third-story box had apparently smashed them.
Amidst the two people’s verbal and swordsmanship, the quotation rose all the way to 26,000 Tor, but the big figures in the first-story box finally took over. At this moment, the quotation seemed to have become a knife, with a knife swiping below these. Above the audience, the astronomical figure of 40,000 Tor was reached in a blink of an eye.
In the meantime, Brando participated again at around 20,000 Tor, but was immediately refreshed by the noble's agent. Finally, this scroll was sold at a sky-high price of 42,000 Tor, which made the young man a little pity.
After all, it is two thousand experience, if it can be bought with two to three thousand tol's money, it is also good. However, more than 40,000 is a bit of a pain, and it will even affect his plan, so Brando gritted his teeth and had to give up the deal.
It's just that he didn't show any expression on his face, but didn't give Antitina and the cripple any clues, only that this young man had a rich family background and didn't treat the money as money.
After the first small climax of the auction, it entered the smooth transition period expected by Brando, and then several goods were sold in conjunction with the price between several thousand to ten thousand Torr.
The transaction was unremarkable, and everyone present seemed a bit boring. But the cripple can find something to do. He introduces the origins of these things to Brando and others-he may not be able to say that a magic ring that emits light like a candle is a product of that workshop, but he at least Can tell—what is this place’s stolen stolen goods, and that is what the nobleman shed in private.
Antitina, Little Roman and Bartom all listened with gusto, only Brando and Charles discussed more about the origin of those things.
They mentioned Tamar once, and it was a pity that this master alchemist couldn't go there because he was so devoted to his work, otherwise there might be something he likes among the few magic items sold before.
Then the second climax of the auction came soon. This time the auction was a necklace. To be exact, it should be a few stones strung together by a rough rope. If you don’t know the goods, you might miss this good thing. But Brando almost didn't scream when he saw this necklace—
Necklace of the Rock Corps.
This thing is used in conjunction with the "Stone Lair" made by the seventeenth level of alchemy. It can reduce the consumption of materials for the stone puppets produced in the "Stone Lair" by 50%, which also increases the output in a disguised form.
While explaining the function of this necklace to others, Roman and Charles were okay, but Bartom and Antitina quickly showed light in their eyes. One of them is a mercenary who has been in contact with war all the year round, and the other is a young lady who has received aristocratic education. Of course, they understand the effect of this necklace on a territory.
In Warnd, the war relies on three resources to unfold.
One is human beings, the other is rough amber, the third is all other strategic materials, and the fourth is the'lair'.
People don’t need to explain, Ende’s almost infinite expanse of land, the productivity brought about by the power of magic has bred a population far beyond the limits of this era. They are the base of the war potential between countries and between territories and territories. .
The rough amber is separated from the original Saumur mine. It is an associated mineral of a series of metals such as silver, gold, and copper. This transparent amber-like crystal has the ability to store magic power. Antitina’s “magic transmission device” It was designed to transform the power of this rough stone—
It is the basis for the prosperity of the magical system of all intelligent creatures on the earth, and it is also the blood of this'industrial system'.
The other resources, food, metal, wood, and stone, are the most common strategic resources even on the earth where Brando is located, and they are reserved for war.
But the last point, the'lair', is a complex and very different concept from the warfare we know well—but Brando, as a player, is very familiar with this thing—
In fact, when it comes to lairs, one has to start with the origin of the world of Vaughan.
How does chaos exist, and how does order come about
In what way does magic power act on the earth, where do the monsters come from, and how their'houses' are used by humans.